Ding Ling

The bell called out, crisply announcing the arrival of the Arctic Fox. He was a tall, lanky male, his main coat a pure white, accented by green fox highlights and "socks". Inside the bar he stepped, looking around before heading to the bar counter. The bartender was a massive badger of a man who looked like he had been ripped from a scene in an old action movie, made all the more imposing from being even taller than the already tall fox.
"So, what's your poison buddy?" Even his voice boomed with a low bass that made the glasses on the shelf clink and vibrate softly. 
"I was sent here by a mutual friend, Saiko said your staff required my assistance. Don't know why you'd need a Mercenary though..." the big mustelid nodded, pouring something blue into a shot glass and setting it on the counter in front of the fox
"I see. Here, complimentary for the hard worker. Drink up and I'll explain what we need ya for." Kilø shrugged, not being one to turn down something free, and drank back the liquid with a quick gulp. It was heady, thick, and a strange, but not unpleasant salty-sweet taste to it. The Badger left from behind the counter and walked with the fox to a door in the back. To his surprise, it looked like there was another bar behind the door, only there were more patrons, all in varrying stages of undress toting mugs of a thick white drink. Behind the bar, there was no barman, but instead multiple stripped males, a few females, and at least 3 herms tied down where the liquor should be, with vacuum milkers attached to the breasts and cocks of those that had them, leading to reservoirs beneath them, and again to taps attached to the bar itself, with one spot at the end conspicuously empty.
"I'm glad Saiko sent you, I'm not sure how we would've managed demand without one of our workers." Before he could do much of anything, Kilø was lead into a small room behind the bar, with the massive barman leading from behind he had no way to go but forward, stepping around thick hoses that pushed into the exposed holes in the backsides of the "workers" till they hit the end of the room, a dead end where there was a set of the milking equipment resting on the ground. He didn't know quite why, but he found himself increasingly calm and relaxed, his jacket slumping off his shoulders, pulled down through a mixture of apathy and gravity. Helpfully, the badger snagged the jacket before it hit the ground, gathering,up the shedded articles as the fox disrobed. Once fully nude, the badger slipped a harness around the fox, clipping the guides for the milker to the lower section of the bondage gear as well as cuffing the fox's paws behind his back. The encounter began to feel increasingly arousing for Kilø, who murred lightly as he felt the badger grope at his groin, teasing out his onyx canine length, quickly brought to full arousal before feeling firm slick silicone start to hug as his cocktip, gently sliding down the length of his shaft as the milker vacuum swallowed his cock, before pushing against the small bulge in his shaft where his knot would form. The silicone strained, but pushed over the bulge, securing itself tightly around his shaft, not about to go anywhere for a while yet. Fully prepped, the large badger bartender lifted the fox like he was a plastic toy, setting him knealing in the repositor, then proceeding to clip his hand and footpaws together, as well as clip the harness into the alcove, securing the fox in place before flicking on the power to the milker. Kilø moaned lightly as he felt the machine start to rub, vibrate, and suck at his foxhood, wriggling lightly in place before a heavy paw steadied him and he felt something cool push against his tailhole. At first it rubbed lightly, spreading the lubrication around his waiting hole as he loosened up, and when the object pressed firmly against his tailhole it entered easily, spreading his anal ring and pushing aginst his insides, making the fox moan more. And then it started pumping in fluid.
The badger left without Kilø noticing, the milker kept him on edge as the fluid pumped into his rear began to work. Jis balls felt heavy and full, he could actually feel the gain weight as they expanded, pushing lightly against his legfur, and brushing close to the cold flooring beneath him. Stifling his moans, Kilø erupted in orgasm for the first time that night, flooding the vaccum tube with white spunk before it was whicked away into the reseviour below. He noticed a decidedly hermaphroditic nude ferret walk in front of the bar directly across from him, raising her mug to the tap and pulling it, filling her mug from the reservoir beneath him. After she finished filling her mug with his fresh warm spunk, Kilø felt more of the fluid pump into his rear, the aphrodisiac quickly taking affect and ensuring he stayed hard longer, as well as prompting another orgasm from the fox as a kind of reward for being chosen. With a glance to the side, he noticed another of the milker captives being "sampled" and quickly orgasming soon after, flooding their reseviour with more spunk. He turned back to his own spigot to only just catch a female feline withdrawing her now full mug before feeling the fluid flood back in, his balls sagged heavily as the filled out with cum. And then he noticed it. It should have been expexted, he was a new arrival after all, a hip new flavour. It seemed nearly every patron in the cum-bar had lined up to try their own mug of Fox. One after another they filled their mugs to the brim with his hot spunk, and each time fluid pumped into his rear, his balls expanded, and he orgasmed more powerfully each time. He quickly lost count as his legs were being forced apart by his massive balls, and his belly began to bulge from the fluid almost constantly pumping in, keeping him in a near-constant state of orgasm as the reseviour beneath him began to overflow.
Gradually, the night subsided, and bloated and sore, with balls the size of beachballs before he was finally unhooked and let to slump against the wall. He noticed the others shakily begin to stand, turning jealous eyes to the newbie fox who got all the night's attention, amd each sporting large cum-filled balls of their own.
"You stole all our rewards, so until we get our fill, your ass is ours fox." Roughly, two of the males rolled him over onto his front, propping his rear up on his own massive balls before lining up, the first spreading his cheeks with his paws 
"Well well, you got a lot of reward, you're all slick and filled in here" the first male thrust into his ass, jackhammering him hard as he rocked back and forth on his balls. He noticed one of the females kneal in front of him, pressing his face against one of her breasts. The milky teat leaking over his face before pushing against his open maw, forcing him to lap up and suckle at the milk while the female moaned from finally releasing her pent-up milk. His belly bulged out some more as the first male erupted inside him, flooding his insides with cum, before retreating. Being swiftly replaced by another cock. Soon after, the female left, and one of the herms took her place, not bothering to kneal while pressing her throbbing member against his face, spreading precum around his muzzle before forcing into his maw. Spitroasted between the two, Kilø was pumped back and forth before both thrust deep inside of him, sending torrents of spunk deep inside of him. One after another cocks were replaced with more cocks, and cocks and milky breasts alike pressed into his muzzle. When they were finally satiated, Kilø was bloated even more, nearly passed out in a puddle of spunk and milk, physically unable to move wuth his bulging belly and massive balls.
 While locking up, the badger popped into the room he was in.
"Heh, guess Mr. Popular got punished by the others. See you tomorrow foxy, you've got a full week of this ahead of you till our employee returns." He said. Chuckling before flipping out the light and leaving the fox there for the rest of the night